Hide Me Darling (The Darling Games #2)

by Maree Rose

Proceed at your own risk…

I know why you're here… It's that fantasy of being fucked hard by a couple of obsessed masked stalkers who will kill for you but won't tell you their real name… That's okay, I understand… We all hide who we are in the darkness sometimes, but be careful who might be hiding with you…

Agent Alexandra Darling was amazing at her job... and I will prove that I'm amazing at mine. I am Detective Hydessa Darling.

Is there a purpose to the struggle? Or is it just the way things are, an endless cycle of light and dark, good and evil?

My dads adore my mom. They are still obsessed with her twenty-five years after having me and my sister. If love doesn’t come with the same obsession that my dads have for my mom, then I don’t want it.

They never hide their feelings, their passion, or their commitment. It is intense and all-consuming, and I couldn’t imagine settling for anything less. They found a way not to fear their darkness, but to let it shield them.

I want the kind of love my parents have, the kind that endures through every storm, that sees the darkness and still chooses to stay. But the fear of never finding it gnaws at me. What if I’m destined to walk this path alone, forever battling the shadows without someone to share the journey with? Still, a part of me hopes that somewhere out there is a person who can see both the darkness and the light within me, and love me not despite them, but because of them. Someone who understands that the darkness isn’t something to be feared, but something to be embraced.

The women on the list don’t strike me as the type to be killing tourists but I don’t want to dismiss them entirely. After all, women can be the most deadly of us all when they want to be.

"Hey, you never know. You might have a knife kink and get off on being stabbed," she teases, her voice filled with mischief. “We both know our parents are deviant as fuck, maybe you inherited some of it.”

"Oh, you cut me, darling girl. But we don’t need permission. We own you and your darkness, even if you aren’t ready to accept that."

“Nice try, but the two of you aren't as alike as you think you are. We can see the difference easily.”

“Hmmm, yes, we do need to give you something to scream when you fuck yourself to our memory,” the green-masked figure says, moving close

It makes me feel vulnerable and what surprises me even further is that it is yet another turn on. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"How about I just call you Tweedledee and Tweedledum?"

"Didn't Cain kill Abel?" I ask in question, tilting my head. "Oh, I did die,” green mask says, “just not the way that the stories say... I died the day I met you."

She will complete us in a way no one else ever could.

I can still feel her pulse under the pads of my fingers, smell the way she was turned on for the both of us as we caged her in. Most prey will fight when caught by a predator, but not her. Her grip was challenging as I felt her defiant eyes on me even through the mask.

Soon Hydessa Darling will realize who she belongs to.

This is insane. I shouldn't be turned on by men who are clearly dangerous and unhinged. They are killers, they even freely admitted it tonight. But then again, so am I… I just don’t kill innocent people.

These men are dangerous, and I need to find a way to stop them, not sit here thinking about how addicting it could feel to be the center of their attention.

I have never in my life been able to get aroused this quickly. I hate that they caused this, they awoke something in me I didn’t want to acknowledge yet. I don’t even know how I am supposed to deal with this feeling.

No one has to know what I do in the dark, and maybe that’s the best part.

How did they hack into my TV? How long have they been watching me? How the fuck did I not find this camera? "Hydessa." Something in the modulated voice tells me it’s Cain, smooth and commanding as it fills the room. "We told you your time ran out. From that moment on, there is no hiding from us."

"Now, lay back," Cain's voice is softer now, almost coaxing. "Show us what belongs to us." My eyes widen, a mix of fear and excitement flooding my senses. Shaking my head, I try to show them I won’t do this. This is not me.

The room feels charged with their presence, as their unseen eyes watch my every move. I close my eyes, giving in to the thrill of being seen like this, of being desired by these dangerous men. My fingers find their way lower, trailing down my body until they reach the soft warmth between my thighs. "Spread yourself," Abel's voice cuts through the silence, gruff and unyielding. "Let us see everything."

They could still very well be watching me. I make it my mission to find the damn camera tomorrow, but for now I will let them think they have won something. And to an extent, they have.

Her taking our orders tonight was a good first step, but there is still a long way to go. We need to get her out of her head and smash whatever thoughts are in there that tell her to keep part of herself locked away.

Her orgasm has drained her of all remaining energy and I can hear her breathing level out. I adjust the camera to zoom in on her and those perfectly pouty lips I wish I could slip my cock between.

We have been planning this for too long to jeopardize it now with impulsiveness. Even appearing to her tonight on the TV was perhaps too soon, but I could not have predicted how well she would surrender to us so quickly.

Just because there is a plan, doesn't mean I can't give a gentle push.

Would it wake her if I licked her?

Bracing myself, I open it and press play, but there is no bracing myself for the loud audio. Whimpers, moans and cries echo around the office and I drop the phone onto the glass desk. I don’t need to see it though, I already caught a glimpse before it slipped from my fingers. It’s a crystal clear view of me spread out on the bed last night, bringing myself to climax.

I have to admit to myself it wasn’t just my efforts that got me an orgasm, but those psychos behind the masks..

“Right… there… mmmmmmm… perfection… I can’t wait to hear the sounds you make while your pussy squeezes my cock.”

Did he just come out here to get me to go to the gym soon? Was he watching and waiting for me to leave the bakery?

“Such a beautiful little shadow,” Cain murmurs, his voice a dark caress. “You pretend to be so strong, but you crave this, don’t you?”

“That’s it baby, scream for us,” Abel's modulated voice whispers close to my ear with a groan. He must have pulled his mask back down when he was done sniffing me.

“You should be careful here, little shadow, the people in this town are just as twisted as we are,” he whispers and my heart sinks at his words.

It’s like his fingers have a direct line to my pussy, I can feel each pull and twist along the entire length of my body.

"Look at how she responds," Abel groans, his voice low and husky. “She’s perfect, brother,” Cain says,

“Last night when you were spread open for us, were you imagining us buried inside you as you made yourself cum?” Abel whispers seductively in my ear.

"Do you want more now, baby girl? Do you want our cocks?" Cain's question hangs in the air, a challenge and a promise wrapped in one. I close my eyes, my breath hitching in anticipation. The answer comes unbidden, whispered from a place I don’t fully understand. "Yes."

Abel’s voice is low and husky near my ear. “Do you like being our slut, little shadow? Do you like being at our mercy?”

I may go to the club and pretend to be my sister for a decent fuck here and there, but this is different. This isn’t a fleeting fuck, these two man want to own me, and I just gave them the green light.

He positions himself at my entrance and then slowly, deliberately, begins to push inside me. The cold metal of the first piercing contrasts sharply with the heat of my body.

“Just a bit more,” Cain whispers. “Get used to the feeling now, Hydessa, I won’t always be this gentle with you.”

Abel lets go of me and slides out from under my body, kneeling beside me on the bed as his brother continues to thrust into me. With one hand he takes a handful of my hair, gripping it hard so he can turn my face to where he’s using his other hand to pull his cock from the confines of his pants. He doesn’t have all the piercings Cain has, but he still has one, right through the head currently glistening with precum.

"Bad girl," he breathes huskily. "Are you trying to make me cum before I've felt you squeeze around me?"

"You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Being used by us." Abel murmurs. I whimper in response,

"Our perfect little fuck toy, I knew you would be, you were made for us," he murmurs, his voice filled with dark satisfaction.